Page 44 of Recklessly, Wildly Yours

“It’s some of the reason.” I glance at his chest, all hard planes and shadowed hollows that I’m desperate to explore. “But it’s not the full reason.”

“Fuck,” he curses, his voice raw. “Don’t look at me like that.”

I was dumb to think he wasn’t flirting, wasn’t interested.

Ethan wants this as much as I do.

I ignore what he says and keep looking at him like that. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage of anything if you fucked me tonight.”

The look in his eyes says he’s this close to giving into what he wants. “You always have a filthy mouth when it comes to sex?”

I move into him and place my hand on his chest. Touching him sends lust racing through every vein in my body and I have to stop myself from just taking what I want. “No, but I might embrace it going forward.” I slowly trace the contours of his chest and enjoy the way his muscles tighten beneath my fingers. “I haven’t had an orgasm in a long time, and I want you to be the one to change that.”

He grasps my hand, stopping me. “I’m concerned you’ll regret this in the morning.” With every gruff word he utters, I want him even more.

“Have you ever regretted sex?”

“Yes.”

I’m not expecting that answer, and it slows my thoughts down.

“You’ve had a hell of a day, Maddie. Maybe you should sleep on this.”

“You think I want sex to forget my day?” He’s way off base. “I’m so into you, Ethan, and I want to have sex with you. And I really want you to stop being a gentleman and just give me what we both want already.”

“Fuck,” he growls, and before I know it, he’s curved his hand around the nape of my neck and has his mouth on mine, and holy fuck, I might just die and go to heaven tonight.

His kiss is hungry, desperate, possessive. He holds me in place, his grip on my neck firm, his other arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me against him as if to say there’s no escape now.

I reach for his neck, clawing his skin as we collide, moaning when his tongue slides over mine.

Ethan groans in response and I feel that sound everywhere. He deepens our kiss while moving his hand down from my waist to my ass and pressing me into his erection. Then, dragging his mouth from mine, he rasps, “Is this really what you want? Because if we keep going, I’m gonna find it really fucking hard to stop.”

I’m already drunk on his kiss and his touch. The way he’s looking at me like he can’t get enough of me only intensifies everything. “Don’t you dare stop now, Black.”

He hesitates for one more moment before finally—finally—reaching down and taking hold of my ass to lift me into his arms so he can carry me to his bed.

Dropping me on it, he runs his eyes down my body, drinking in every inch of me, and I decide there’s nothing better in this world than having Ethan Black look at me like he is now. I feel his gaze like it’s actually caressing me.

He puts one knee to the bed, then the other, and brings his attention to my shorts while moving in between my legs. “These are hell on a man, Miller.” His eyes find mine. “In case you weren’t aware.”

I smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. “Good to know.”

He places his hands on either side of my body on the bed and bends his face. Dropping a kiss to my shorts, right above my clit, he says, “I think it’s only fair if I return the favor.”

I’m barely breathing while I watch him hook his fingers under the fabric of my shorts and slide them down. I don’t know what he means about returning the favor, but I don’t care what he does so long as he doesn’t stop touching me.

He gives me a sexy smile as he removes my shorts. “No granny undies tonight?”

I grin. He even makes sex fun. “I would have left them on for you if I’d known you were interested in me.”

He stops what he’s doing, a fleeting look of confusion passing over his face. Then, he moves over me and brings his face closer to mine. “How the hell did you do the math on that and come up with me not being interested? I told you I couldn’t get our kiss out of my mind. That’s not something a guy says when he’s disinterested.”

I put my hands to his chest, my heart practically galloping now he’s so close and saying things I like. “I don’t know. I overthink everything and come to bad conclusions.”

“Well, since you told me you’re into me, you should know I’m just as into you.”

His eyes spend the longest moment searching mine and it might be one of the most intimate moments of my life. It’s like he’s searching my soul, connecting with me in a way no man has ever taken the time to. And then when he dips his mouth to mine and kisses me oh so slowly, deepening it with every swipe of our tongues, it feels like he’s joining us, soul to soul. Even if just for the night, he’s giving himself to me.

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